"What if we struck a deal? You let me slay you, and I'll be done with it?"
It sounded as though she was negotiating with Li Mu Yang, but who would be willing to negotiate with you over something like this?
Unexpectedly, after seriously thinking it over, Li Mu Yang nodded and said, "All right. If you want to slay me, come and do it."
The white-haired girl's face lit up with joy. "Then I'm really going?"
"Really. Come on." Li Mu Yang looked utterly serious, as though this truly were a very serious matter. "Even if I don't let you come, you'll come anyway."
"You're clever indeed. No wonder I felt as if we were old friends at our first meeting." The white-haired girl smiled sweetly.
"Before you come, shouldn't you return my sword?" Li Mu Yang held the Peach Blossom Sword in his hand and spoke up.
"I'm afraid that if I return it to you, you'll use it to stab me again. You men are always so wicked."
"If you don't hurt me, I won't stab you."
"If I don't hurt you, how am I supposed to slay the dragon?"
"If I don't slay the dragon, why would I stab you?"
The white-haired girl thought for a moment and said, "It seems neither of us can persuade the other."
"You can persuade me, but you can't kill me."
"You're afraid of death too?"
"Who isn't?"
The girl's two fingers clamped tightly around the blade of Li Mu Yang's Peach Blossom Sword and refused to let go. Her fingers were long and slender, her skin tender and fair. They were a pair of exceptionally beautiful fingers; if one could properly toy with them, it would indeed be one of life's great pleasures.
Unfortunately, a sword was clamped between